The endless grassland is nothing on there.

There are some hills at there and an old ranker who on top of it.

The tear flew out from his eyes.

He don’t know there are who’s grave among the weeds.

He can’t realize them for a long time and the question full of his minds.

The path of under the feet was so rugged.

I wanna to reach distant place but it’s often stuck.

I bleeding at the war ground that it’s seem I made the clouds being red. 

But when I back to my hometown I found I was nothing at all in my life. 

The beauty words someone said is all of unreal, I don’t care about them, they cheated me.

When the fire out.

The fog clears.

The wind left.

And the wave flow away.

When the dream woke up.

I already old.

But I was fifty yeas old when I was a soldier.